Surprise, surprise I'm alone
Maybe this year will be better than the last
*Jaime’s POV*
I woke up before my alarm clock went off. I sighed, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep now. My phone told me it was 6:00. I cursed silently. That meant I had two hours to fill before I had to go to school. And that meant over-thinking. Even though I didn’t want to admit it to myself, I was nervous. This was going to be my first day at a new school and I had no idea what to expect. When my parents first told me we were going to move I was so pissed off, but I figured there was no point of making a huge fuss out of it. Besides that, I didn’t leave any friends behind anyway, as I never had them. My old school was pretty small, so there were only about thirty others in my year. None of them were like me. I didn’t even get bullied or whatever. They just ignored me and I ignored them. I spend the last couple of years sitting in the back of my class, listening to music. And I didn’t mind. Or at least that’s what I told myself.
I sighed once again before I managed to drag myself out of bed. I was standing in front of my closet for a while before I mentally slapped myself. Why was I even trying that hard? It never took me so long to decide what to wear. I decided on black skinny jeans and a simple black shirt with some white print on it. My parents were still asleep, so I walked quietly to the bathroom to shower. After a quick shower I put my hair in its usual spikes and I went down to have breakfast. It was now 07:10 and I was getting more nervous every minute.
The minutes passed by slowly while the negative thoughts were running through my head. What if I was going to get bullied in this new school? What if really nobody was going to like me? What if everyone will think I’m a weirdo? I shook my head, as if I could shake the negative thoughts off. When it didn’t work I put in my earplugs. Music always worked when nothing else worked. Music was my escape.
It was 7:35 when my mother came down the stairs.
“Good morning Jaime,” she greeted me. “Are you ready for your first day at a new school?”
I just shrugged. I knew she asked to be nice, but it sort of annoyed me. It felt like she unnecessarily reminded me of the shitty day that was lying ahead of me.
After that both of us remained silent. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, but sometimes I’d just rather be left on my own. I guess that’s what most teenagers are like though, so I couldn’t really blame myself for it. But let’s just say I was very relieved when it was finally time to leave. I grabbed my bag, said bye to my mom and I got in my car. Time to head towards a different type of hell.
This new school was so insanely bigger than my old one. I was glad I was in time. At least I had time to find my locker and head to my first class. I had seen on my schedule that my first class would be history. That wasn’t really a subject I particularly enjoyed, but honestly there was no subject, besides music of course, that I did enjoy.
I was just standing there awkwardly looking around in the hallway when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned around and I looked straight into a pair of blue eyes.
“I’m Kellin,” the dark haired boy said, smiling. “You kind of look like you are lost. Are you new? Because I could walk you to your class. If you want me to of course,” he added in one breath.
I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.
“Yes I am new. My name is Jaime by the way,” I replied while shaking the boy’s hand. “It’d be great if you could help me out a bit here. Your school is like ten times as big as my old one and honestly I have no idea where to go.”
Kellin quickly showed me where my locker was and after that we realized we both had history the first period. The first bell rang as soon as we reached the classroom and I was happy I wasn’t late, now I could easily take a seat at the back. I hoped Kellin was going to sit next to me -I really didn’t want to spend my first day at this school all alone - but instead, Kellin took a seat right in front of me. The boy he sat next to had long, dark hair and a tanned skin. Kellin turned to the boy and I knew I did not exist for Kellin anymore. I sighed. The small spark of hope I had to finally make myself some friends at this new school had disappeared before the first lesson even had begun. This was going to be a long day.
*Kellin’s POV*
Man, it felt like I hadn’t seen Vic in years. Actually it had only been four days, but normally I missed him after about ten minutes. We really couldn’t have hung out though. Both of us were really busy. But still, it was great seeing him again.
I sat next to Vic during history. I sort of felt sorry for Jaime that I wasn’t sitting next to him, but I shook it of as soon as Tony took the seat next to him. I somehow thought the two of them would get along very well. And honestly, no matter how sorry I felt for that Jaime kid, I’d still pick Vic. I hadn’t seen him in four days. Four. Fucking. Days.
I would’ve loved to start a make out session in class right now. I knew Vic didn’t really like kissing in public though. We both came out as gay and everyone at our school knew we were together and nobody really made fun of us, but Vic still didn’t feel very comfortable with showing it off in public. And I would do anything to make him happier.
So I greeted him with a smile that was probably bigger than my face instead. He smiled back and I could see in his eyes he felt the same way as I did. We didn’t need to be talking or kissing. There was no need to touch each other. We could just look at each other and both of us would know that this was what they call love. Yes, we were young, but I just felt it in my heart. I loved Vic so much it hurt. Not much is guaranteed in this life, but I was sure me and Vic would be together forever. This was love.
*Jaime’s POV*
I wasn’t alone during history anyway. Some guy called Tony came and sit next to me. He seemed a bit shy at first, but as soon as I said something about music he came out of his shell. Apparently he played guitar. I played bass and we ended up joking about how we would form a world-famous band someday. The teacher even warned us a few times because we were talking too much. All in all, the first lesson at this new school was not even that bad.
The next lesson I was less lucky. I had English, one of my least favorite subjects, and neither Tony or Kellin were in the room. Once again I sat down in the back of the class. I was looking outside through the window, wishing I was there instead of being stuck in this room. The second bell rang and the seat beside me was still empty. I sighed.
“Good morning,” the teacher greeted us. “This year I will be your tea-,” she was interrupted by the tanned boy that sat next to Kellin earlier, who now run into class, breathing heavily.
“Vic, you’re late,” the teacher said. “I will let you get away with it this time, but next time it will be followed by consequences. Now quickly take a seat.”
I realized the seat next to me was the only empty spot in the room and as I expected, the boy named Vic sat down next to me. I only now noticed the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing despite the hot weather. A feeling of sadness immediately hit me. Nobody wears long sleeves with this weather. And even though it could have lots of different explanations, somehow I just knew I was right about this one. Vic was a cutter.
I woke up before my alarm clock went off. I sighed, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep now. My phone told me it was 6:00. I cursed silently. That meant I had two hours to fill before I had to go to school. And that meant over-thinking. Even though I didn’t want to admit it to myself, I was nervous. This was going to be my first day at a new school and I had no idea what to expect. When my parents first told me we were going to move I was so pissed off, but I figured there was no point of making a huge fuss out of it. Besides that, I didn’t leave any friends behind anyway, as I never had them. My old school was pretty small, so there were only about thirty others in my year. None of them were like me. I didn’t even get bullied or whatever. They just ignored me and I ignored them. I spend the last couple of years sitting in the back of my class, listening to music. And I didn’t mind. Or at least that’s what I told myself.
I sighed once again before I managed to drag myself out of bed. I was standing in front of my closet for a while before I mentally slapped myself. Why was I even trying that hard? It never took me so long to decide what to wear. I decided on black skinny jeans and a simple black shirt with some white print on it. My parents were still asleep, so I walked quietly to the bathroom to shower. After a quick shower I put my hair in its usual spikes and I went down to have breakfast. It was now 07:10 and I was getting more nervous every minute.
The minutes passed by slowly while the negative thoughts were running through my head. What if I was going to get bullied in this new school? What if really nobody was going to like me? What if everyone will think I’m a weirdo? I shook my head, as if I could shake the negative thoughts off. When it didn’t work I put in my earplugs. Music always worked when nothing else worked. Music was my escape.
It was 7:35 when my mother came down the stairs.
“Good morning Jaime,” she greeted me. “Are you ready for your first day at a new school?”
I just shrugged. I knew she asked to be nice, but it sort of annoyed me. It felt like she unnecessarily reminded me of the shitty day that was lying ahead of me.
After that both of us remained silent. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, but sometimes I’d just rather be left on my own. I guess that’s what most teenagers are like though, so I couldn’t really blame myself for it. But let’s just say I was very relieved when it was finally time to leave. I grabbed my bag, said bye to my mom and I got in my car. Time to head towards a different type of hell.
This new school was so insanely bigger than my old one. I was glad I was in time. At least I had time to find my locker and head to my first class. I had seen on my schedule that my first class would be history. That wasn’t really a subject I particularly enjoyed, but honestly there was no subject, besides music of course, that I did enjoy.
I was just standing there awkwardly looking around in the hallway when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned around and I looked straight into a pair of blue eyes.
“I’m Kellin,” the dark haired boy said, smiling. “You kind of look like you are lost. Are you new? Because I could walk you to your class. If you want me to of course,” he added in one breath.
I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.
“Yes I am new. My name is Jaime by the way,” I replied while shaking the boy’s hand. “It’d be great if you could help me out a bit here. Your school is like ten times as big as my old one and honestly I have no idea where to go.”
Kellin quickly showed me where my locker was and after that we realized we both had history the first period. The first bell rang as soon as we reached the classroom and I was happy I wasn’t late, now I could easily take a seat at the back. I hoped Kellin was going to sit next to me -I really didn’t want to spend my first day at this school all alone - but instead, Kellin took a seat right in front of me. The boy he sat next to had long, dark hair and a tanned skin. Kellin turned to the boy and I knew I did not exist for Kellin anymore. I sighed. The small spark of hope I had to finally make myself some friends at this new school had disappeared before the first lesson even had begun. This was going to be a long day.
*Kellin’s POV*
Man, it felt like I hadn’t seen Vic in years. Actually it had only been four days, but normally I missed him after about ten minutes. We really couldn’t have hung out though. Both of us were really busy. But still, it was great seeing him again.
I sat next to Vic during history. I sort of felt sorry for Jaime that I wasn’t sitting next to him, but I shook it of as soon as Tony took the seat next to him. I somehow thought the two of them would get along very well. And honestly, no matter how sorry I felt for that Jaime kid, I’d still pick Vic. I hadn’t seen him in four days. Four. Fucking. Days.
I would’ve loved to start a make out session in class right now. I knew Vic didn’t really like kissing in public though. We both came out as gay and everyone at our school knew we were together and nobody really made fun of us, but Vic still didn’t feel very comfortable with showing it off in public. And I would do anything to make him happier.
So I greeted him with a smile that was probably bigger than my face instead. He smiled back and I could see in his eyes he felt the same way as I did. We didn’t need to be talking or kissing. There was no need to touch each other. We could just look at each other and both of us would know that this was what they call love. Yes, we were young, but I just felt it in my heart. I loved Vic so much it hurt. Not much is guaranteed in this life, but I was sure me and Vic would be together forever. This was love.
*Jaime’s POV*
I wasn’t alone during history anyway. Some guy called Tony came and sit next to me. He seemed a bit shy at first, but as soon as I said something about music he came out of his shell. Apparently he played guitar. I played bass and we ended up joking about how we would form a world-famous band someday. The teacher even warned us a few times because we were talking too much. All in all, the first lesson at this new school was not even that bad.
The next lesson I was less lucky. I had English, one of my least favorite subjects, and neither Tony or Kellin were in the room. Once again I sat down in the back of the class. I was looking outside through the window, wishing I was there instead of being stuck in this room. The second bell rang and the seat beside me was still empty. I sighed.
“Good morning,” the teacher greeted us. “This year I will be your tea-,” she was interrupted by the tanned boy that sat next to Kellin earlier, who now run into class, breathing heavily.
“Vic, you’re late,” the teacher said. “I will let you get away with it this time, but next time it will be followed by consequences. Now quickly take a seat.”
I realized the seat next to me was the only empty spot in the room and as I expected, the boy named Vic sat down next to me. I only now noticed the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing despite the hot weather. A feeling of sadness immediately hit me. Nobody wears long sleeves with this weather. And even though it could have lots of different explanations, somehow I just knew I was right about this one. Vic was a cutter.
Notes
Okay so I've been thinking about writing this for a while now and now I did (:I will try to update this regularly, though I'm in a really busy year right now with school especially so I might be a little slow sometimes. Sorry for that already.
Thank you! ;D
10/30/13